Emmelineâs body tilted as the slap landed firmly on her neck. Instantly, several red marks appeared on her fair neck.
âAre you crazy? Who are you?â Emmeline pushed her chair back and stood up. âWhy did you hit me?â
âYsabel, you shameless slât, seducing my man! Iâll tear you apart today!â
âGet it straight. Iâm not the person youâre looking for!â
âYouâre still pretending? You look like a vixen. Youâre telling me youâre not Ysabel Hemmings?!â
The large woman shouted and lunged again. This time, Emmeline was prepared. She lifted her leg and kicked the woman squarely in her chubby belly.
The woman stumbled, unable to stop herself, and plopped onto the ground, wailing loudly. âShe hit me!
A teacher hit me! Ysabel Hemmings hit me!â
The teacherâs lounge quickly filled with onlookers, both teachers and students.
âHey, hey! Lady, youâve got the wrong person!â the PE teacher said.
âYouâre protecting her?!â the large woman accused.
âWhy would we lie to you? If you donât believe it, just ask around!â
âItâs really not her! Youâve mistaken her for someone else, the music teacher explained.
The large woman sized Emmeline up. âWell, she doesnât seem to be Ysabel. Ysabel should be a woman in her thirties. This one is a young lady.â
âWell, thank you for slapping me before finding out the facts, Emmeline grumbled.
âWell, you kicked me too!â the large woman retorted, getting up.
âYou deserved it!â Emmeline, with a lioness-like attitude, looked like she wanted to kick the woman again.
âIâm going to find Ysabel!â The woman, realizing she was wrong, hastily left the teacherâs lounge.
âWhoâs that woman?â the music teacher asked.
âSheâs the administration headâs wife, the PE teacher replied.
âShh!â the music teacher cautioned. âDonât make a fuss!â
âWhy not? Oh, so we canât talk about it even if they dare to do it?â the PE teacher said with a disdainful expression.
âPerhaps you should consider your future in the context of the current staff reassignment,â the music teacher suggested. âUnless you donât want to work at this school anymore.â
When Emmeline returned home from work at noon, her father was busy in the kitchen.
âMom and I agreed to have taquitos for lunch, Dad. Why are you cooking?â Emmeline asked.
âYour mom just woke up from a nap, and I didnât want her to exert herself,â Maxwell replied. âItâs a little late to make taquitos, so Iâm preparing a meal for you.â
âSure,â Emmeline said happily. âI havenât had your cooking in a long time.â
While she was speaking, she put down her handbag and went to the master bedroom to check on her mother, who was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, silent and expressionless.
âMom, are you feeling any better?â Emmeline crouched by the bed.
âI fell asleep. We agreed to make taquitos.â
âItâs okay, Mom. Have a good rest. Iâm happier that youâre well-rested than eating taquitos, Emmeline said with a slightly choked-up voice.
Then, she noticed a medicine packet on the bedside table. She opened it and found small white pills.
âMom, did you take sleeping pills?â Emmeline exclaimed. âHow many did you take?â
âI took three pills. One or two didnât work.â
âBut, Mom, this is not good!â Emmeline grew increasingly anxious.
âItâs fine. The doctor said two or three pills are okay. He only gave me ten in total.â
âThese pills can be harmful to your health!â
âEmma, I just want a good nightâs sleep. My mind is exhausted,â Kimberly replied calmly.
âAbel mentioned that he would inquire about traditional medicine for us to help with your condition.â
âThe holistic doctor Abel found last time was pretty good. Those who share my condition said his medicine worked perfectly for them, but it didnât work on me at all. I canât tolerate medication.â
âDifferent body types can have different effects: Letâs try a different doctor, Emmeline suggested. âIâll ask Abe this afternoon if he found one.â
âAbel is ambitious and very busy. Emma, donât always take up his energy.â
âHeâs my only brother. Who else should I turn to?â Emmeline pouted.
âOh,â Kimberly sighed. âAbel is a wonderful kid. We owe a lot to him over the years.â
âMake sure to take good care of him, both you and Dad.â
âOf course, our home is Abelâs home,â Kimberly said as she sat up.
At half-past five in the afternoon, Abel called Emmeline as they had planned.
Emmeline explained her motherâs situation to him.
Tve found a retired senior holistic doctor from City Hospital,â Abel said. âWe can go to his private clinic on Sunday.â
âThatâs great. Iâll let my mom know,â Emmeline replied. But, Abelâ¦â
âYes? Whatâs up?â
âI had a really strange dream.â